The snowbegan herethis morning and all daycontinued, its whiterhetoric everywherecalling us back to why, how,whence such beauty and whatthe meaning; suchan oracular fever! flowingpast windows, an energy it seemedwould never ebb, never settleless than lovely! and only now,deep into night,it has finally ended.The silenceis immense,and the heavens still holda million candles, nowherethe familiar things:stars, the moon,the darkness we expectand nightly turn from. Treesglitter like castlesof ribbons, the broad fieldssmolder with light, a passingcreekbed liesheaped with shining hills;and though the questionsthat have assailed us all dayremain — not a singleanswer has been found —walking out nowinto the silence and the lightunder the trees,and through the fields,feels like one.

Mary Oliverfrom American Primitive

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Has any of these creatures in the snow usheredyou into a serene winter wonderland?
I so miss watching my little Bella Lunaenjoying the cold temperatures and snow…she just adored it and helped me see its beauty.